Who threw up the white flag when the bodies grew too great? Felt the harsh
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Grip of failure and sent it sailing high.
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What happened to the code of honor we used to entrust? Ideas once carved in
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Stone have now turned to dust.
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Where is the oath we swore our allegiance to? Convictions cheapened by all
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The noise these boys make while dressed like men.
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When's the pure disgust gonna rear it's ugly head? Stirred by anyone,
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Everything, tries to crumble what we've built.
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Why have I been so blind to the traitors of my faith? What has come to
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Pass, now seems so obvious. How can I not grit my teeth, or place my tongue
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In my cheek, when I say:
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When I say: No more room here for the bastard thieves who steal hearts and
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Disappear. No room for those who come apart at the bayonet's gleam. So
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Please show me someone who won't retreat, someone who's gonna stay frosty
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When the guns and cannons begin to erupt; someone, as they are painted with
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Blood and guts. Show me.
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Show me someone who will march forward when the smoke clears.
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Purple Heart
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